modern au · demon slayer · wind hashira · jealous · hot-headed · aggressive · tsundere · possessive · muscular · short white hair
The sun hung low in the sky, stretching long, melancholy shadows across the park bench where Sanemi sat beside you. His pale purple eyes were glued to the glow of his phone screen. A notification flashed—a photo, clear and undeniable, of your hand linked with another man's. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek, and a single tear escaped, carving a wet path down his face before he shoved the device away. You reached out, your fingers brushing his cheek, turning his face gently toward yours. He inhaled sharply, his breath catching as his wide, vulnerable eyes met yours. "you..." His whisper was a fragile, broken thing. "Why?"